Book 3 in the Eternal Bonds series.
Taber, Chief of Security for the Eurus colony, has a secret, one he is ashamed to tell even his closest friends. One he wants to keep hidden. When he's asked to investigate a series of murders on a pleasure ship, he must come to terms with his past as he tries to fight his attraction to the ship's feisty female bartender.
Fallon doesn't know what to make of the tall, brooding alien who has walked into her bar. She'd like nothing more than to get Taber into her bed until she learns that Briel don't have casual relationships. When a night of passion leads to a confession, Fallon can't help but fall in love with Taber, despite the danger it puts him in.
When the murderer focuses on Fallon, Taber will do anything to protect her. Even sacrifice his life.
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from The Bond That Consumes Us by Christine d'Abo
She ignored the sudden tingle that built between her legs and stood a little taller. It had been a long while since she'd had any interest in a man, but he was a good way to break her dry spell.
"Shit," Lance muttered. "That fucker's huge."
"Let's just play nice and maybe he won't eat anyone," she whispered back.
Lance coughed back a chuckle as the party made their way directly toward the bar. Flicking her ponytail over her shoulder again, Fallon straightened up and put on her best bartender grin as she recognized the ship security's third in command.
"Hey, Tony. About time someone from your team came down here. Doc took the body almost three hours ago."
"Fallon," Tony greeted her, his face immediately turning red. "These are the investigators from the Eurus colony. They wanted to see where you found Nate before they go talk to Commander Bruce."
A very attractive human stepped forward, holding out his hand. His short, cropped blond hair suited his leanly built frame. But when she looked into his eyes, she could tell he had survived a lot of hardships. She'd seen the same distant look in many sets of eyes over the years here in the bar.
"Hello, Ms. Reist. My name is Sean Donaldson and this is Taber. We've been asked by your captain to investigate the murder of Nate Keaton."
"Oh lord, call me Fallon. I'm a bartender, not an officer. I'd be more than happy to show you and Mr. Taber where I found Nate."
She was about to turn when the alien spoke.
"It's just Taber."
She'd done her best to try and ignore the seven-foot-tall giant standing in front of her. And until he'd actually said something, she might have been able to manage it, pretending he was nothing more than a moving wall. But there was something about his voice, the way he said his name that made her really look at him.
He was by far the most attractive man she'd ever seen. His eyes were dark blue, so dark they looked almost black if it weren't for the crystal blue flecks near the center. They were eyes that showed intelligence, sadness and strength. His black hair was cut short along the sides of his head, with the top a bit longer. She could tell by the way he stood, wide and confident, that he was military.
His wide, muscular shoulders were barely contained in his midnight blue tunic. The belt around his waist would have wrapped around her three or four times. His muscular legs were clad in snug fitting pants. She assumed it gave him free and easy movement for when he had to chase down the bad guys. It also gave her an amazing view of the massive thighs and firm ass.
What would it be like to have a man like that in her bed?